Sugar cube drop into a yellow cup
What makes the world just waking up
Who know where on earth it's going to stop?
I can't hear you 'cos we're breaking up
And the stones in the track make work for the mechanic
The birds all fly from the branches in a panic
And a back-fire echoes down the hillside
As the last headline report dies
Ice is melting a the distant Pole
The gin and tonic glasses overflow
The precious little else that I could say
Your stupid tear of laughter washed away
While the poisonous light pours from the picture palace
And it flickers on, tries so hard to be scandalous
A child keeps beating on a toy drum
And the tablets dropped on your tongue
"So salute me in moving frame"
"I might not be there when you look again"
The mourning border card behind the clock
The hour that he passed, unwound and stopped